Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.